Beginning, Section II

Prologue

Posted on Tuesday, 3 January 2006,

*What if... what if... what if...? *

Specifically, what if one Fitzwilliam Darcy (known in some circles as being among the best of men) was to do the right thing and inform his friend Charles Bingley of the sincere affection Jane Bennet felt for him? What if Darcy were to tell Bingley that he was being kept from the best of happiness on the whims of others? Before you point out that Darcy did that near the end of Pride and Prejudice, let me be more specific. What if he told the truth sooner?

Knowing Darcy as we do, we realize that while in Hertfordshire he truly convinced himself that Jane did not care for Bingley as Bingley cared for her. As time passed and even as his opinion of Jane's feelings changed, Darcy feared losing his friend because of his interference. Miss Austen indicated that Darcy believed these things and was inspired to silence for many long months (keeping him at a rather inconvenient distance from the object of his desire). Unfortunately her words were too few. Darcy was a genius creation of restraint and suffering. Therefore, he would be borrowed for many other tales. Entire web communities would spring up around his ability to suffer. He would be restrained. He would suffer. His adventures would all bear some resemblance or homage to Miss Austen's original creation, but he would continue to have new and different adventures for centuries...

Silly Darcy! He could not imagine how much worse things could and would become for him. But (cover your eyes if you are deluded) Darcy is a fictional character! We get to do with him as we please (Lizzy, too!).

*sound of cheering Dwiggies*

So, what if... Darcy had figured out the truth and told Charles that Jane cared for him at an earlier time? Sounds like a good thing for him to do. What harm could come of it?

As any observer (interested or uninterested) could plainly see, Charles Bingley was of such a cheerful nature that he could never hold a grudge for long. No, no, and again no! The penalties that Darcy would face in the hands of modern authoresses were certainly more harsh than anything Charles Bingley could offer. No less than a great deal of suffering (worry not, dear board hostesses for Darcy's physical well-being, only suffering of the internal type for which Darcy is so justly famed) would satisfy the members of the DWG.

*cue music of impending doom*

Part 1

*Author's Note: I reserve the right to add sarcastic and/or helpful comments from time to time...*

*Another Author's Note: Yes. I did start this story YEARS ago and abandon it. So, the first several chapters may give one or two of you long-time austen.com readers a slight sense of déjà vu. But, I went back and rewrote what had already been posted so that I could regain enthusiasm for the story and finish it. So, please read on!*

Just as it is a sad truth that bad things can happen to good people, it is a sad truth that sometimes doing the right thing can bring woe. Or at least put one in closer quarters with woe... for a time...

Fitzwilliam Darcy's conscience troubled him on the winter day when Jane Bennet called upon the sisters Bingley in London. As she was leaving, she briefly looked back and he had a chance to study her expression. In that instant Darcy spied the tears in her eyes and the sad set of Jane's innocent shoulders. His lonely heart recognized that Miss Bennet suffered. In that moment when Jane thought herself unobserved, Darcy saw what he'd never seen in her in company... her love for his friend. He realized his interference had been officious. As the afternoon wore on, Mr. Darcy's self-censure grew until he felt ashamed. Miss Bingley's insipid and ill-natured conversation angered him increasingly. By the time Charles Bingley returned from his errands, Darcy was in a simmering temper.

*Of course, he looked great when in a temper, so nobody minded.*

Even so, it could have gone differently. Darcy might have held his temper and his tongue had Miss Bingley not been so exultant and secure in her victory over poor, sweet Jane. A foolhardy impulse led Miss Bingley to comment in an acid-mean tone, "Charles, I am so grateful that you agreed to stay in town. There are so many diversions that I am even able to bear the occasional unwelcome, unfashionable attentions of fortune hunters like the stupid girl Louisa and I encountered today. Do not worry. Though you excite mercenary interest, we keep you safe. Indeed you are safe here with us to look after you. No matter how scandalous and hard-hearted fortune hunters become, we shall protect you."

Miss Bingley had said many things similar to this in the weeks since they'd left Hertfordshire. Darcy had ignored her comments, though he understood her meaning. Bingley had simply lacked the general interest to pursue meaning in her conversation. He did not suspect that Jane Bennet was in London, and certainly would never think of her as mercenary... worse for him, he currently thought her uninterested in him at all. Therefore, he assumed that his sister spoke of someone other than Jane... and that signified nothing to him. Women who were not Jane held no interest for him, and he doubted that they ever would. Once again, Bingley stared morosely into the flames of the fireplace whilst his beloved was anonymously belittled.

But this time Miss Bingley went a step further. She turned to her sister, "Did you see how her eyes darted about the room? I swear that she was counting up the value of every item she saw. Mercenary girl!" Miss Bingley laughed cruelly. This gross inaccuracy was a step too far for Darcy to bear in guilty silence.

Suddenly, Darcy rose from his chair and strode across the room. He stood before the fire, his hand against the mantle. The others looked at him. Abruptly, he turned about and clasped his hands behind his back. He planted his feet firmly and said, "Surely you mistake Miss Bennet's intent, Miss Bingley. I am sure that if her eyes darted about this room, it was in longing search of your brother's person and that her thoughts could not have been further from the monetary value of any possessions." Darcy's gaze was hard as he stared into Caroline Bingley's shocked eyes.

There was dead silence in the room.

Part 2

There was a great buzzing in Charles Bingley's ears. His lips formed the name, "Bennet?" but his shock was such that the name was formed soundlessly. He looked at his friend standing before the fire. Darcy still held Caroline's gaze, his eyes filled with righteous challenge, hers with panic. Charles felt as though he might burst with the anger rising in him.

Mr. Hurst muttered, "Too much noise in here... or soon will be..." as he stumbled out the door.

Charles reviewed what he'd just heard. Uncertainly, he asked, "What... did you say, Darcy?"

Darcy turned to his friend and took a deep breath, "Miss Bennet... Miss Jane Bennet... is in town visiting family. She called on your sisters today."

Charles choked out, "What? Why didn't you tell me?" He turned back to Darcy, "Why do you tell me now?" His head turned from side to side. His tone rose as he looked from one to another.

Miss Bingley sputtered, "We, we did not wish to give you pain..." She stepped hesitantly toward her brother, one hand raised in a conciliatory gesture.

Darcy lifted his chin and spoke very quietly, "No. That is not true. We did not think of your feelings. We thought of her low station and her family and our own concerns." Bingley was stunned by Darcy's bluntness and Caroline sat back down as though her knees had given way beneath her. Her cheeks lost all healthy color and her complexion took on a slightly greenish tinge.

"But we were wrong to interfere. I was wrong, Charles. I apologize. I saw Miss Bennet as she left here today. She looked as bereft as you have ever since we separated the two of you." Bingley took a step toward Darcy, blinking rapidly. "I was presumptuous before to think I could see the workings of her heart. Perhaps I am being so again, but I believe that she cares for you. Why else would she come here? She has written several letters to your sisters despite their information that you... that you were otherwise occupied... that you were forming an attachment with Georgiana." Darcy paced over to the window, head bowed in shame.

Bingley shouted at his sisters, "You told her that I love another?!" His face suffused deep red. His hands actually formed into fists. Caroline and Louisa looked at him fearfully.

*Darn. No violence... Sigh... But, some wild thoughts DID pass through his mind...*

Bingley shook his head regretfully. He advanced a step as Caroline's words came back to his thoughts, "Mercenary? Counting up the value of every item she saw? Stupid? Unwelcome?" His voice grew louder and louder with each word. Unable to behave violently toward another human (even his sisters), he grabbed the decanter from the table and hurled it into the fireplace. It crashed spectacularly. The alcohol sent flames shooting up in an explosion that nearly singed the feathers on Caroline's headdress. She scooted away from the fire toward Louisa and looked to Charles for an apology. Seeing her unharmed, he offered none.

*Bingley fans applaud and mutter understanding phrases (and perhaps a bit of encouragement).*

Naturally a kind man, Charles regretted his loss of temper. He turned his thoughts to action. In a harsh whisper he rasped, "Letters?"

Caroline spluttered. Louisa stood and placed a placating hand on Charles' arm. He removed it and choked out, "I would see these letters... dear... sisters." His sarcasm rendered both his sisters silent. At his look, Caroline scurried to her desk and pulled forth the missives in question.

He read them quickly. Jane's letters were correct and polite, but to Charles they betrayed a want of happiness that he would have expected from a content Jane Bennet (a vision which had tormented him endlessly in recent weeks); and her comments about Caroline apparently not receiving her earlier letters showed confusion at his sister's lack of response to her. The fear in his sisters' faces and the sorrow in Darcy's eyes convinced him that they had deceived him. And, in that moment, hope sparked to life within his heart.

*The beginnings of a Bingley shine... Tentative romantic music here...*

Cautious joy came into Bingley's eyes. He set down the letters. He approached Darcy. "Thank you." Then he ducked his head and asked, "Darcy, would you please excuse us? There are matters I would discuss with my sisters." Darcy nodded and looked at Bingley cautiously. Bingley smiled at him, "Please come back tomorrow. I would like it if you would accompany us. We will be calling on Miss Bennet and her family. ‘Tis only polite for us to return Miss Bennet's courtesy, don't you think? You would be a welcome addition to the party. Perhaps you could bring Miss Darcy? I should like for others to see that she and I are as brother and sister." Bingley's eyes gleamed with a strange light. Happiness and anger warred within his heart.

Darcy nodded and replied, "I will gladly join you. Georgiana will not come, but I shall." He would do all in his power to help Bingley, but without involving Georgiana in any awkward situation. The Bingley sisters glared at him as he bowed and took his leave.

After Darcy was gone, Caroline tried to scurry from the room, saying, "I must see that this dress is tended to... the flying cinders resulting from your unseemly outburst could ruin..."

Charles' steely tone silenced her and halted her retreat, "If you leave this room now, then you may leave my company forever."

*Truth be told, a fit of temper suited Bingley rather well, too.*

Caroline's hand flew to her throat and she turned to face her brother, so surprised that she was unable to speak.

Louisa cried, "No! You don't mean that!" She sounded rather unconvincing, as she was certain he did mean what he said. She looked from one sibling to the other anxiously.

Charles looked at his sisters and continued, "Ladies. Please be seated. I wish to hear about the caller you received today. For once, I wish to hear every detail of what was said and what was done. After that, I expect you to tell me everything that you have written to Miss Bennet since November... everything." Both ladies sat on the sofa facing him fearfully. His face was white with anger and he shook his head in disbelief. He continued quietly, "But first, please tell me one thing. Did you believe Miss Bennet indifferent to me when you urged me to quit Hertfordshire?"

Both Caroline and Louisa assured him that such was the case, but their lack of sincerity was obvious.

As they carefully continued their account of their machinations involving Jane Bennet, Bingley sat and looked at them sadly. Their snobbery and meanness disappointed him. But their lack of forthrightness regarding Jane Bennet's supposed indifference was what cut him most. Darcy obviously regretted his part in the affair and could therefore be readily forgiven. With his sisters it could not be so.

When they were finished and he was satisfied that he had heard as much of their actions as he ever would from them, he said nothing. He merely stood and looked at them, then turned and walked towards the door. There were tears in his eyes when he looked back and said hoarsely, "We will call at Gracechurch Street tomorrow. All will be set to right. And I truly hope that someday you will regret your actions. I can see now that you do not. You broke my heart. Incredibly, it seems that you may have broken hers as well. I only hope... Let us talk of this again when you understand and regret that."

As he climbed the stairs, Bingley's thoughts were filled with Jane. He longed to find her that instant and tell her he loved her. Sleep was to elude him for several hours as he savored hope and anticipated seeing his love again.

*Insert collective ‘Bingley Brigade' SIGH here...*

Part 3

Posted on Thursday, 5 January 2006

When Darcy arrived at the Hurst house the next morning, Charles was pacing. He looked fearful yet determined at the same time. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst both looked pale. They were very quiet, as though they feared drawing their brother's attention. Mr. Hurst was asleep, insensible to such concerns.

Darcy had only just arrived when Charles Bingley suddenly said, "Shall we go now?"

Bingley walked quickly from the room ahead of the others. Mr. Hurst could not be bothered, so they were to be a party of four. Unwilling to sit with the others, Bingley rode his horse ahead of the carriage.

*Bounce, bounce*

Darcy and the ladies rode in oppressive silence. Despite the icy looks he received from the sisters, Darcy was happy their deception was at an end. He'd not felt certain that their actions were completely correct before. The weight of disguise, one he did not assume habitually, was lifted from him.

When they arrived at the Gardiner's home, Bingley leapt eagerly from his horse. He opened the carriage door and handed down his sisters without a word. He gestured for Caroline to lead the way. When she hesitated, he glared. She blinked quickly and walked resolutely to the door of the house. Caroline gave her name to the servant. The party was silent while they waited. The servant took them into a small parlor where Jane Bennet sat with an older lady whom Caroline greeted as Mrs. Gardiner. Two young girls scurried back from the adults entering the room.

None of the surprise Mrs. Gardiner might feel at receiving this unexpected group of callers, or a call from ladies previously unfriendly, was betrayed in her polite manner. Proper greetings were exchanged all around. All of the Bingley party noticed as Jane Bennet looked away and seemed to struggle with her feelings; her surprise at this turn of events was so great. Mrs. Gardiner placed a comforting hand lightly on Jane's arm. Red suffused Bingley's cheeks. He could barely restrain himself from crossing the room and taking Jane in his arms.

*Mrs. Gardiner might have called for the law, so it's probably best that he resisted.*

Mrs. Gardiner spoke very calmly and correctly. Despite his apprehensions that she would be like her sister-in-law, Mrs. Bennet, Darcy liked Mrs. Gardiner immediately. She seemed a woman of good sense. She was protective of her niece, but was also a gracious hostess. She treated him and the Bingley sisters with an appropriate, calm civility.

They were all seated (except Darcy, who stood near the window) before Jane finally forced herself to look at Mr. Bingley. Immediately her cheeks went rosy pink. The look Charles gave her spoke more eloquently than any words possibly could.

*Extremely melodramatic romantic music here.... waves crashing on the beach... birds flying up from the trees... and so on and so forth*

Happily, Mrs. Gardiner was able to carry the burden of all of the social niceties with ease. The other ladies were all either too preoccupied with anger or joy to be of much use.

Mrs. Gardiner called for refreshments and then asked, "Have you been in town long, Mr. Bingley?"

He replied, "Too long. There is nothing here to hold my attention so well as at my estate in Hertfordshire. I have spent time only with my sisters and my friend. I miss the society of the good people around Netherfield." Bingley looked at a loss then as to how to continue. There was so much that he wished to say... most of it personal and difficult to initiate.

Darcy saw this. Stiffly he offered, "You would think from the way Bingley conducts himself of late that there are no social events to be had in town. He and I frequent the club; spend time with his sisters and with my sister, too. Georgiana is not out yet. She only sees those she regards as family." He awkwardly waved his hand about the group, saying, "She only sees a few female acquaintances or friends, I mean."

Darcy felt as awkward as he sounded and decided he'd exerted himself quite enough. He shot an apologetic look Bingley's way that was understood by that grateful and happy gentleman and misunderstood by Mrs. Gardiner. Embarrassed with his awkwardness Darcy turned back to the window, looking out on the cold London day. After a moment, however, his attention and sympathy were drawn by his friend's awkward exertions and he turned slightly to look at Bingley.

Bingley managed to stammer, "M..M...Miss Darcy is an accomplished young lady. I am as proud of her as if she were my sister... like I think of her... That is to say that I think of her as a sister." He looked at Jane pleadingly. He continued to struggle to convince all listeners of his lack of passion for Miss Darcy, saying "Why, she is but fifteen years of age! How could a man of my years think of her as anything but a child, a dear younger sister?"

Mrs. Gardiner was surprised to see Darcy visibly flinch, his normally inscrutable expression one of sudden pain and anger as he thought of Wickham. As he met her gaze, all emotion left his face and he assumed a carefully neutral expression.

Jane stared at Bingley, stunned, puzzled, and then happy. He continued, "I am so pleased to see you again, Miss Bennet. I hope you are well." He gazed at her so passionately that Darcy wished the floor could swallow the rest of the party and give Bingley the privacy he so desperately craved. Darcy looked very uncomfortable, as Mrs. Gardiner noticed. Bingley continued, "It has been too long since we last met... since the 26th of November..."

*His memory was very exact on this point.*

Jane replied in a quavering voice, "You left Netherfield quite soon after that." She looked down at the floor, her expression and tone fragile.

Bingley went on unabashedly, "Too soon. How I have regretted not returning! I spent some of the happiest days I've ever known in Hertfordshire." He could see that Jane received his attentions happily. A bliss-filled smile covered his face.

It was strangely quiet in the room for a moment as Bingley's sisters added much to the level of tension, but naught to the conversation.

Mrs. Gardiner studied Bingley, puzzled. She saw that all was not as they'd believed, but wondered what could have transpired to bring about this odd visit. Against previous inclination she found that she liked Charles Bingley. His open admiration of her niece did much to recommend him.

Jane asked in a carefully controlled, barely trembling voice, "Do... do you plan to return then? We had come to understand that you intended to give up Netherfield altogether." She glanced quickly at Mr. Bingley's sisters. Miss Bingley's eyes were glued to Mr. Darcy. Mrs. Hurst also turned her eyes toward Darcy at that moment, wishing he'd not exposed their deception.

Mrs. Gardiner looked startled but comprehending as Charles said icily, "You were misinformed." Mrs. Gardiner glanced at the faces of the Bingley sisters questioningly. Her eyes then narrowed as she saw Darcy's guilt-filled expression. She frowned as she took in the entire scene.

Charles continued, "I could never give up... that is to say... I should very much like to return to Netherfield. I have dreamt..."

At the word "dreamt" Jane's eyes locked with Bingley's. Love for him suffused her expression. They understood each other perfectly.

*more crashing waves... music swells...*

Part 4

The next day Bingley called at Darcy's house and asked Darcy to return with him to the Gardiner's house in Cheapside. Darcy stared at his friend. "Aren't you angry with me in the least, Charles?"

Charles' grin faded. "Are you saying you deliberately deceived me?" He looked pained.

Darcy grimaced and shook his head, "I did not... lie. At the time I truly believed her indifferent. But I urged you to stay away for selfish reasons more than for friendship, I think."

*Reasons like needing to get away from Elizabeth's "fine eyes" before he forgot all about being a big snob and let on that he liked her...*

Bingley laughed, "You are determined to make yourself out a villain, aren't you? Well I find it nearly impossible to be angry in the face of such contrition, Darcy." Again Bingley laughed. His visit with Jane the previous day had left him in a fabulous mood.

Again Darcy grimaced. "And you are determined not to find fault with me, I see. I shall never understand you, Bingley, never."

Bingley grew serious. He gestured for Darcy to join him in sitting before the fire. He said, "Darcy, I have hope. But two days ago I had none. Until you experience that, you cannot possibly appreciate just how much hope means. I am... terribly angry and... disappointed... and... there are not adequate words to describe how I feel toward my sisters. But were it not for you I would still be ignorant of Miss Bennet's presence in London and her communication with my sisters and their scheme to convince her I favored your sister." He paused, "You did not initiate THAT, did you?" He looked almost fearful.

Darcy shook his head. He still looked ashamed, though.

Bingley asked, "Why should I be angry, Darcy? I see clearly why I should be angry with my sisters. But why should I be angry with you now?"

Darcy twisted his pinkie ring and shifted uncomfortably, "I used my influence to convince you to go against your own feelings and judgment."

Bingley asked, "But didn't you do that because you believed Ja... Miss Bennet... indifferent?"

Darcy noted the slip and smiled slightly while he continued to twist his ring. "In part. I also... felt... and honestly still feel that her connections are beneath you. And her family is shockingly improper, except of course for Miss Bennet and her sister Miss Elizabeth."

Bingley looked at Darcy strangely, "I wondered if you disapproved of Miss Elizabeth, as well, truth be told."

Darcy found himself unexpectedly blushing and at a loss for a quick reply. Charles noted this with interest.

*Like Elizabeth, our dear Darcy blushes very well. And you know what Freud thought about that!*

Darcy replied, "No, no. Miss Elizabeth Bennet is-- an intelligent woman. She is---impertinent-- but she conducts herself properly overall. However, the mother and the younger sisters!" He shook his head. "They are shocking. I would not wish to be connected with them. I urge you to consider carefully whether or not you should like that!"

Bingley's smile had faded. He noted, "Your disdain for them saddens me, Darcy. I do not need to consider my feelings regarding a connection with the Bennet family. I love Jane." Bingley saw Darcy glance to him but did not flinch from having used her Christian name aloud though they were not YET engaged. He continued, "She is the most wonderful woman I have ever met. She is beautiful and sweet and lovely and kind. She is more than I could ever think to deserve. However, after seeing her again yesterday, I have hope that she might be mine. I have had a glimpse of my life without her, my friend. Cold, empty, lonely-- No! I need not consider the matter at all." He looked very grim and serious. Then he smiled, "Come. Let us go and call in Gracechurch Street. I never would have guessed that area would hold the dearest treasure I'd ever know." His smile broadened. "Let us be off!"

With a reluctant grimace, Darcy followed.

*Darcy does not exactly come off as properly humbled now, does he? Hmmmm...*

Part 5

The two gentlemen were welcomed again very happily into the Gardiner home. Rather, Mr. Bingley was welcomed with all of the cordiality he merited and Darcy was welcomed with the civility that polite people extend to those who just might be an enemy.

Jane was now disposed to smile a great deal again. She realized that it was likely that her heart's desire would soon be fulfilled. Her night had been filled with happy dreams and imaginings and her day had started early with anticipation. She was filled with joy. She could readily be provoked to happy tears, but tears of no other kind at this point. She was EXCEEDINGLY happy.

While the two gentlemen sat with Jane, Mrs. Gardiner tended to her correspondence. She wrote to her niece, Elizabeth. Her letter included the following:

"And so, dearest Lizzy, it would appear that Jane's sorrow is to end. Miss Darcy is no threat to her. Mr. Bingley even went so far as to assure us all (most particularly Jane, of course) that he thinks of Miss Darcy only as a sister. Surely he could not speak so in front of her brother (who did react as one sincerely disappointed by Bingley's feelings, I must note) if they were attached as we previously believed! Indeed, he behaves most affectionately to your sister. Were I your mother, I would contrive to leave them alone in the certainty that an engagement would be formed immediately. I believe an understanding will be reached soon enough, regardless. And I am happy for Jane. He seems a good sort of young man and well suited to her.

I only wish I knew more of how this all came about. Miss Bingley and her sister looked uncomfortable, but I discerned no symptom of guilt in them. I realize that Miss Bingley's letters about her brother's attachment to Miss Darcy were a source of Jane's misery, but I do not know for certain that Miss Bingley acted alone or of her own volition. It is even possible that she may have been deceived!

I hate to reveal any prejudice, Lizzy, but I do have a theory. You have told me many times that Miss Bingley behaves very affectionately toward Mr. Darcy. I did not see this yesterday. Rather she seemed put out with him. And the one person of the party who looked as though they were guilty of anything was Mr. Darcy. I cannot help but wonder if it was Mr. Darcy who created the entire fabrication of a relationship between Mr. Bingley and Miss Darcy! His manner was as cold as his friend's is warm.

His disdain for our circumstances and his pain at his friend's declarations were readily apparent. Given what we have heard from dear Mr. Wickham (who knew him from childhood, after all), we know him to be a very proud and unscrupulous man. It seems to me that he may very well have wished his friend far from our family and perhaps closer with his own.

Could it be that pride joined with brotherly excess led him to try to bring his friend together with his own sister?"

As Miss Austen herself made plain, Mrs. Gardiner was an intelligent and good-natured woman. In writing this, she was only speaking of things as she truly saw them. Though she had expressed doubts as to Wickham's suitability as a match for Lizzy, those doubts were grounded in his financial status, not his character. From Lizzy, whom she well respected, she'd heard glowing reports of Wickham. Of Darcy she'd heard only bad.

*Besides, Darcy had done little for his own cause the day before. He'd stood by the window, looking angry and awkward, uncomfortable at not being able to give Charles and Jane privacy... and mostly he'd looked GUILTY, GUILTY, GUILTY!*

While she might have guessed at Lizzy's reaction to her theory, Mrs. Gardiner certainly did NOT know how angry this information would make her niece. She would never knowingly cause anyone the pain that Lizzy's anger would give Mr. Darcy.

The Gardiners' eldest girl, a young lady of eight years by Miss Austen's account, was a very pleasant and outspoken creature. Rebecca possessed all of the sparkle and wit that her cousin Elizabeth had possessed at that tender age and she spoke as plainly as any eight-year-old would. "Mama? Who do you write?"

"To whom do I write, child?" replied Mrs. Gardiner, smilingly.

"Yes, Mama. To whom?" answered Rebecca cheerily.

"I write to your cousin Lizzy," replied Mrs. Gardiner. Darcy started at the name and glanced at Mrs. Gardiner. Then he returned his gaze to the scene outside the window.

Rebecca leaned against her mother. She peered down at the paper and chose a word or two at random. "Attached." She sounded out the word. Her mother nodded that she was correct. Rebecca tried again, "Engagement." Mrs. Gardiner smiled and nodded encouragingly. At the same time, she glanced at the others to see that they'd not heard that one particular word. Mr. Bingley and Jane were engrossed in talking with one another. Mr. Darcy stared resolutely out a nearby window.

Rebecca chose again, "Wickham? That man Lizzy likes?"

At this, Darcy could not but turn and stare. He tried. He REALLY TRIED not to react, but the conjunction of the words "Attachment, Engagement and Wickham" in a letter to Elizabeth Bennet were too much for his resistance.

The rest of that visit at Gracechurch Street passed in a haze for Darcy. He tried first to push the three words out of his mind. Utterly failing that, he tried to sort the three words in a way that did not make him wonder how the relationship between his former friend and Miss Elizabeth had progressed.

*Attachment and Engagement and Wickham! Lions and Tigers and Bears! Oh my!*

Bingley was NOT the only one who recalled that November the 26th was the last time they'd been in Hertfordshire. Darcy recalled that evening with the utmost clarity. He remembered Elizabeth Bennet's eyes flashing at him reproachfully, and beautifully, when he laughed at her discomfort in dancing with the ridiculous clergyman.

He remembered his need to be near her. That need filled his dreams nightly; however he might try to persuade himself to forget it.

He remembered the touch of her hand, the motion of her hair, the scent of her perfume and the swinging of her skirts as they danced together. He remembered her impassioned defense of Mr. Wickham painfully. Indeed, he remembered November the 26th. He remembered it well, much as he'd struggled to put it all from his mind.

After leaving Cheapside, Bingley was ecstatically happy. His friend was not.

*Suffer on, Darcy!*

Part 6

Bingley called on the Gardiner home in Cheapside nearly every day. Sometimes Darcy accompanied him, other times one or both of his sisters went along. The sisters were very contritely endeavoring to return to his good graces and were discerning enough to see that kindness to Jane Bennet, soon to be Bingley, was the surest path open to them. Bingley talked continuously of Jane and her perfection. His sisters agreed with him officiously and often.

*In other words, they were kissing up...*

Miss Bingley also 'improved' in her manner to Darcy. Practicality, habit and great lust for his fortune and position in society overcame her anger with him. She would not give up her hopes for him. He suffered her attentions much as he ever had and regretted that her anger to him could not have lasted longer.

Mrs. Hurst simply wished a return of harmony in their party and directed all of her actions toward achieving that end. Mr. Hurst was the same he ever was.

*That means he was drunk.*

As for Bingley, he was EXCEEDINGLY happy. He talked of Jane and alluded to his plans for their future together almost constantly. Whenever he and Bingley were alone together, Darcy found himself feeling as though he was interrupting joy, despite the fact that Jane was not present.

One evening two weeks after Darcy had told Bingley about Miss Bennet's call; Darcy and Georgiana joined the Bingleys and Hursts for dinner. As they finished the meal, Bingley sat back with a big smile and said, "I find that I wish to visit the country. How long will it take you ladies to ready things and reopen Netherfield?"

Everyone stared at Charles for one awkward silent moment. Miss Bingley cleared her throat and said, "How soon would you like to return to Hertfordshire, brother?"

His smile grew even larger and he said, "If it were possible I should like to go there tomorrow, for I have business at Longbourn." He blushed. "But even I realize that time is needed to make the house ready for us." He turned to Darcy and Georgiana and asked, "Won't you two come with us? The country air would do you good, I think. And we have a fair instrument at Netherfield to occupy you, Miss Darcy."

Georgiana looked at Darcy to answer for her. Darcy shook his head vehemently. "I would not deprive Georgiana of her music masters, Bingley."

*Of course his main concern was in not taking her anywhere near wicked Wickham... Hisssssss....*

Bingley shrugged in acquiescence. "Well, I can understand that, I suppose. I do wish you would join us, though. Ja... I mean Miss Bennet will travel with us. We will be returning her to Longbourn. I hope you will come to Netherfield soon, Darcy. I want you there to help celebrate." He shone brightly as he said this last.

Miss Bingley asked, "Has Jane agreed to become your wife, Charles?"

Bingley smiled and looked down at his plate. He said, "I have not yet spoken with her father."

Miss Bingley pasted an insincere smile on her face and said, "I congratulate you, nonetheless. She is a sweet girl."

"An angel, really," piped up Mrs. Hurst.

Miss Bingley continued, "And we shall be very fortunate to call her sister!"

Bingley's smile faded slightly as he looked from one sister to the other. He said in a steely tone, "You are fortunate, indeed."

*Slap!*

Both sisters sat back and glanced at each other. Miss Bingley changed the subject, "Oh, won't you join us, Mr. Darcy? We shall be quite desolate without your company!" He shook his head. She continued sarcastically, "I do not suppose that visions of 'fine eyes' would be enough to draw you back to Hertfordshire."

Georgiana's head snapped up at this comment and she began to pay careful attention to what was being said. She was always very interested in her brother's activities. She'd noticed in letters she'd received from him during his autumn stay in Hertfordshire that he'd mentioned a young lady with beautiful, intelligent eyes, perhaps more than he realized he was doing.

Mrs. Hurst said, "Nothing of the sort, Caroline! You overestimate the charms those eyes hold by far, I think. And after all, isn't Miss Elizabeth's gaze turned adoringly to Mr. Wickham?" She laughed wickedly as Miss Bingley's eyes gleamed with vicious joy.

Georgiana blinked in surprise and she grew pale. Her brother did as well, though from concerned anger rather than anguish.

Miss Bingley replied, "Oh, yes! I believe Miss Elizabeth was quite taken with Mr. Wickham! Even after I assured her that he was not to be trusted and had behaved abominably to Darcy. She fairly berated me on his behalf, asking the particulars."

With a clatter of silverware on dishware, Georgiana suddenly pushed back her chair and moved to leave the table. As soon as she was away from her chair, she stumbled, nearly faint. Bingley's sisters were uselessly a-flutter. Darcy jumped up, caught her and cradled her protectively to him. With a resentful glare to the Bingley sisters (that only served to confuse) and an apologetic look to Bingley, he said, "My sister is unwell. I must get her home." He helped Georgiana along and moved toward the door.

Bingley called for the servants and protested, "No! I shall call for my physician. She must remain here with us. I insist upon it."

*The Bingley 'Home for the Suddenly-Unwell Dinner Guest' always stood at the ready!*

Fearful of leaving Georgiana alone with either Miss Bingley or Mrs. Hurst so soon after hearing talk of Wickham, Darcy was adamant in his refusal. He spoke sharply, "No! Thank you, but no. Georgiana will be best served by being in her own home. I am sure that it is nothing serious. I will take her home now. Please call for my man to bring 'round the carriage." Reluctantly, Bingley gave way.

Once Georgiana was settled into the carriage, she began to cry. Darcy bid the others farewell and did his best to keep them from seeing. It was only a few months since Georgiana's heartbreak at Wickham's hands. Darcy held her hand and assured her that all would be well. Listening to her choke back sobs and shamefacedly apologize, his rage burned hot. He would have done anything to keep her from ever hearing of Wickham again.

He raged at himself for bringing her into company with the Bingley sisters. And as he recalled their words, he cursed the circumstance that allowed Wickham to be in company with Elizabeth Bennet and in her favor. Suddenly he realized that this last was his own fault. Furthermore, he could not let her continue to associate with the brigand not knowing his true character. He pushed aside selfish concerns, not wanting to explore his anger and jealousy in the matter.

Darcy would not leave London until he was certain Georgiana was well. It would be three weeks before he joined Bingley in Hertfordshire.

But when he arrived at Netherfield, he intended to take the first opportunity to tell the truth of George Wickham.

Part 7

Posted on Wednesday, 11 January 2006

In the three weeks time since Darcy had last seen his friends, time had passed very slowly for him.

*Tick.... tock..... tick.... tock.... tick.... tock.... tick.... tock.... tick.... tock.... tick.... tock....*

Wickham's name had not been mentioned between Fitzwilliam and Georgiana Darcy since they had left Ramsgate. He had feared seeming to harp on the subject once she'd accepted his explanations of Wickham's nature and he had accepted her apologies. There had been awkward moments during which he'd thought to inquire about her grief, her fearful reactions, especially her lack of self confidence. But Darcy did not wish to open his sister's wounds. Caroline Bingley had inadvertently done just that.

So, with the initial blow to the Darcy reticence accomplished, it remained for Georgiana to finally unburden herself of much guilt, anger, and anguish. For many days she lapsed into a depression from which her brother could not coax her. Finally one evening the tears started to fall from her eyes and the words began to fall from her lips. She began to revile herself for stupidity, for being naïve, for granting kisses and caresses that would always be regretted. Darcy did his best to rein in his anger at Wickham so that he might be of use to his sister, but was not always successful. The one time he showed his anger before her, it prompted such an outpouring of self-recrimination from Georgiana that he was left breathless with horror. She had been victimized by Wickham in many ways, but blamed herself.

He was deeply torn. Each revelation from Georgiana sparked both his desire to watch over her without fail and his conflicting desire to warn others of Wickham's duplicitous ways. Finally one evening it was Georgiana who broke the stalemate. Her whisper shattered the tranquility of their day as she noted, "I will be well, Fitzwilliam." There was an air of calm about her as she said, "I know you desire to protect me and our good name... But I think that you should return to Hertfordshire and see to it that no lady's eyes look upon him with favor." She was too shy of him to approach nearer to the topic of his feelings for Elizabeth Bennet, but he fully understood her meaning. He nodded soberly and agreed that he would leave the next morning.

He was surprised and somewhat horrified at the strength of the anticipation he felt at the thought of meeting Elizabeth again. The low station and improper behavior of the Bennet family, which he had urged Bingley to consider before becoming engaged to Jane Bennet, weighed even more so upon Darcy. With his connections and status, it was shocking that he should find himself so enamored, but he did.

He had tried to convince himself otherwise. He could sometimes even convince himself to dismiss his feelings for her-- for a second or two. If this delusion should last as much as a minute, he would fall into a fantasy about her or if it were evening, perhaps an actual dream. And then he would remember that combination of vibrant physicality and impertinent charm that held him so thoroughly enchanted.

So, finally, he set off for Hertfordshire. He had thought many times how he would warn Elizabeth about Wickham. Sometimes his imaginings had deteriorated into rather melodramatic scenes in which she expressed sincere gratitude toward him and thanked him with passionate kisses. He felt this to be the height of deplorable silliness and loathed himself for falling victim to such imaginings, but he could not seem to help himself.

The day of his return to Netherfield finally arrived. When his carriage stopped before the front door, he leapt out of the carriage eagerly and entered the house. He stopped, surprised when he found himself immediately facing Elizabeth in the foyer. She walked down from the second floor and greeted him, "Good day, Mr. Darcy. I hope your journey went well."

He stood there with his mouth hanging slightly ajar, having seemingly lost the ability to talk.

*Though NOT, apparently, to drool...*

Elizabeth looked at him oddly and arched one eyebrow in challenge. She continued, "Mr. Bingley and the others are much occupied with my mother at the moment. She turned her ankle whilst touring the house and is giving them as much trouble as she can." She smiled slightly as she said this last, eyes twinkling merrily.

Finally, Darcy coaxed sound from his throat. "I... I hope it is... not... that is to say... I hope it is nothing serious."

Elizabeth's expression was an even mix of smile and snarl. "Do not concern yourself, sir. She will not stay here in your way." Darcy was taken aback by her abruptness, but excused her.

She stepped towards him, saying, "I am glad of the chance to greet you, sir. I think you must be surprised at the change in your friend's plans. I have wondered at your thoughts on his felicity." The color was high in her cheeks. Darcy's sudden appearance had unsettled her.

Darcy's heart began to pound faster. He took a slight step toward Elizabeth. "I have always wished Bingley great felicity. And I have hoped we might talk again." He twisted his pinkie ring.

Her posture grew more stiff and straight. "Indeed? Pray, tell; what would you say to me?"

Uneasily, he thought that she seemed almost angry with him. He didn't know what to make of her at all. His mouth went suddenly dry. He choked out, "It is most awkward, but I wish to talk with you of Mr. Wickham. There are things you do not know of him and it is my fault."

She snapped, "Well, it is good that you have the grace to admit that!" Darcy blinked several times rapidly. He started again to speak.

At that moment, Mrs. Bennet shrieked, "Lizzy!!! Where have you gotten to?! We simply must get home or we will not have time to prepare for the evening!" She burst out, followed by Jane and Bingley. Mrs. Bennet's curls bobbed and swung to and fro wildly about her face.

Bingley called out happily, "Darcy! Welcome. I did not know you had arrived." He smiled at Elizabeth as he shook Darcy's hand enthusiastically. Elizabeth curtsied slightly to Darcy as she moved to her mother.

He heard her say, "I am glad to see you well, Mama."

Mrs. Bennet shrilled, "I am bearing the pain as well as I can! Oh, I suffer vastly, mind you! But Jane, sweet angel, is a great comfort! It does miracles for my nerves to have her engaged to such a wonderful young man."

*And his fortune...*

Elizabeth said, "Yes. We are all very glad to see Jane and Mr. Bingley happy together... at last." She smiled brightly at Darcy as she said this and he could swear he felt his heart skip a beat. He stared at Elizabeth, shaken by the effect she had on him. Unfortunately, to her, his unblinking stare looked confrontational.

Mrs. Bennet's cool, clipped tone interrupted Darcy from his staring. "Good day, Mr. Darcy,"

He bowed and returned her greeting absentmindedly. Elizabeth frowned, thinking him rude to her mother. Darcy did not see, as he looked at Bingley and Jane.

Bingley smiled sweetly at Mrs. Bennet and Jane. Darcy admired his friend's patience. He also noted that his friend looked very well. Joy fairly overflowed from him. Jane Bennet also looked quite lovely. Darcy greeted each of the members of the party. As he greeted Jane, he said, "You look very well, Miss Bennet. I am glad to see it." She smiled at him.

Elizabeth looked at him oddly... puzzled.

Mrs. Bennet said, "Jane always looks well-- at least now. She has always been blessed with great beauty and a sweet temper. She is quite five times as pretty as any of my other daughters."

Darcy silently disagreed. As he quickly glanced from Jane to Elizabeth, Elizabeth's blush deepened. She was certain that he agreed with her mother's assessment. His disapproval was nothing new to her, but it did not please her.

Bingley had the Bennet's carriage brought up. He handed the ladies in and said he anticipated seeing them all that night. The two gentlemen watched the carriage drive away until they could no longer see its occupants. Both sighed as they turned to go into the house.

Darcy asked, "You will see them tonight?"

Bingley smiled and said, "We both will. You will accompany us to the Assembly Rooms, I am sure. It will be a delightful evening."

Darcy was not sure that it would be a delightful evening, but he hoped for another chance to speak with Elizabeth, so he squelched his anxiety and nodded his agreement to the plan. Inside Netherfield, Darcy greeted the rest of the party. Miss Bingley was very pleased to see Darcy and even more pleased to hear that he would accompany them to the Assembly that evening. She rushed to her chamber to prepare. She wanted to look her best.

Part 8

By the time Miss Bingley finally joined the rest of the party again, the carriage had been waiting for the better part of an hour. Bingley was very eager to be off. As they drove into Meryton, Mrs. Hurst smiled idly and remarked, "This reminds me of the first evening we attended an assembly here." Bingley smiled in recollection of first meeting Jane. Hurst looked bleary eyed. Miss Bingley looked at Darcy to see his reaction. Darcy frowned slightly as he thought back to his first night among the society of Meryton.

Their entrance into the rooms created nearly the same effect it had that night five months previous. The principle exceptions were that Bingley and Jane immediately smiled lovingly at one another across the room; Mrs. Bennet informed all around her that her future son-in-law had 5,000 pounds a year; and Darcy looked around the room in search of Elizabeth.

When he found her, he stopped in mid-stride and stared. He stopped so suddenly that Mr. Hurst tripped over him and cursed. Hurst's curse, though vile, was nothing to the words echoing through Darcy's mind as he watched Elizabeth Bennet dance with George Wickham.

*Dramatic chord here...*

Darcy scarcely knew how he made it to the edge of the room. His gaze never left the happy couple and his feelings grew stronger and stronger. All of his muscles seemed to clench tightly in protest at the sight of his former friend. He struggled to keep from shouting at Wickham right then and there-- revealing his treatment of Georgiana, warning society, and particularly Elizabeth, of his true nature. He felt sick with anger. It took him several moments looking out the nearest window to calm his emotions enough to return his attention to the room.

Miss Bingley observed Darcy's reaction very carefully. She waited until Darcy's expression did not frighten her and then observed, "Ah, I believe that is the infamous Mr. Wickham. You never have told me how that man mistreated you." Her voice trailed off as she looked at Darcy inquiringly. Recent events had even caused her to wonder if the matter involved Georgiana in some way. She could certainly imagine how Darcy would respond to the impertinence of a lesser man trying to insinuate himself with Miss Darcy. Her imagination did not extend to the truth, however.

He replied in a low and serious tone, "No. I have not." His manner did not invite further inquiry.

Miss Bingley lifted her chin and said in a way she hoped would impress him, "I will not pry, Mr. Darcy. I respect your opinion. If you say he is not to be trusted, then the matter is at an end." Darcy nodded at her appreciatively until she continued, "Unlike some headstrong and independent young women, I will not be swayed by Mr. Wickham's manner or his appearance. I am not a stupid girl, but an intelligent woman."

Darcy's gaze hardened. He understood clearly that Miss Bingley meant to demean Miss Elizabeth Bennet and emphasize that lady's interest in Mr. Wickham. But he did not care for manipulative tactics, he heard admiration for Mr. Wickham's person in her tone, and he could not but think how that man had affected Georgiana, though Georgiana was not unintelligent. Miss Bingley looked disappointed and confused as she saw Darcy turn away from her angrily. He stalked away.

*Mmm.... stalking (in a good way), angry, serious-looking Darcy in full-protective mode... Mmm...*

As the next song began, Darcy was relieved to see Wickham dance with someone other than Elizabeth. Two of the younger Bennet sisters walked by and one said, "Oh! That dreadful Mary King! If only I had 10,000 pounds like she does I would take dear Wickham from her and he would gladly come. Poor Wickham!"

Darcy blinked and rolled his eyes in disbelief. Poor Wickham? Poor, fortune-hunting Wickham? How could anyone so readily identify what he was about and not censure his behavior? How could they pity him? Such disbelieving frustration was not a new emotion to Darcy where Wickham was concerned.

Darcy was trying to absorb this latest information when Bingley approached, calling, "Darcy! What do you do there? Why are you not dancing? Come, man. I'll not have you stand about like this." Darcy looked at his friend in alarm. He thought he knew what Bingley would say next, but was disappointed when Bingley finished his diatribe with, "You must dance with my sister. She is in want of a partner." Miss Bingley smiled happily at Darcy and he reluctantly agreed.

As they took the floor, they both heard Sir William Lucas say, "Look, Miss Elizabeth! Mr. Darcy and Miss Bingley are taking the floor together. What felicity! What a graceful, handsome pair! I dare say they will give a superior exhibition."

Elizabeth smiled and laughed, "Yes, Sir William. I am certain it will be superior. They could each search to the ends of the earth and never find anyone who would match them so well in temperament and superiority."

*Caroline ALMOST liked Lizzy at that moment...*

As they began the dance, Darcy met Elizabeth's gaze with a look of wounded confusion. He had guessed her opinion of Miss Bingley. He did not understand why she would speak ill of him and he let his feelings show. As she saw his expression her smirk faded. It was replaced with a look of uncertain kindness which Darcy treasured as a silent apology.

From his place on the floor, Wickham took it all in. He was having a marvelous evening. Mary King hung on his every word and gesture. Her money was practically his for the taking. Other girls had been flirting with him outrageously. Elizabeth Bennet had proven most pleasant despite his attentions to Miss King. But best of all was his observation of Mr. Darcy. Though he'd been worried by Darcy's arrival initially, he realized that a scene was not forthcoming. Darcy was too civilized.

Having known Darcy for many years, he was very familiar with his expressions. What others took as a haughty demeanor in Darcy, Wickham knew to be unease at being in company. What others took as disapproval of themselves or the surroundings, Wickham knew to be barely-disguised anger. Wickham remembered well what Darcy's anger looked like.

And on this evening he saw evidence of Darcy's anger filling that man's every motion, look and word. He saw the tension of his stance, the angry color in his cheeks and the intensity of his gaze. Wickham could see clearly what Darcy was loath to admit-- his admiration of Elizabeth Bennet and his jealousy of her attention to George Wickham. As Wickham fancied himself very secure in his efforts with Mary King, he decided that time when he had to be away from her would be devoted to Elizabeth Bennet and to the discomfort of Fitzwilliam Darcy. He would fully enjoy the time while pondering how he might turn events even more to his good fortune.

*Old habits die hard...*

When the dance ended, Darcy bowed to Miss Bingley and moved towards Elizabeth, intending to ask her to dance the next with him. Wickham had schemed to be nearer her at the dance's finish and claimed her for the next just before Darcy could get there.

The next dance passed as a nightmare for Darcy. He fairly flinched every time Wickham took Elizabeth's hand in his. He observed every smile that passed between them, every look. He felt helpless.

Wickham gloried in it. He made it look very good and turned on the charm beyond any previous effort. He stood closer to Elizabeth than he'd ever dared previously. He gazed into her eyes more deeply. He smiled at her adoringly.

For her part, Elizabeth noticed a change in Wickham's demeanor. And though she fought the feeling at first, her good sense could not be completely squelched. Wickham no longer seemed as sincerely interested in her as he had previously. She felt almost as though he were putting on a show. She considered the notion that he was acting strangely because Darcy's ill treatment of him made him uncomfortable, but it didn't ring completely true. Finally, there was a moment when she paused and looked over to where she thought most of Wickham's efforts played. She saw Darcy there. She saw that he looked miserable, more tense than ever. She was puzzled.

Wickham broke her reverie, "I see Darcy is pining for his fiancée."

Elizabeth was startled and distracted. "I did not realize Mr. Darcy was engaged." Without realizing, she leaned in closer to Wickham to hear what he would say next. Darcy winced and turned away.

Wickham smiled a bit too happily and nodded, "Oh, yes. I still have friends among the Pemberley servants. Darcy has become engaged to his cousin Anne De Bourgh. She is the heiress of her family's estate in Kent." Elizabeth only nodded, thinking it strange that Bingley would not mention this. Wickham continued, "She is no beauty, mind you, but quite wealthy. I'm sure that is his concern." He said this in a disapproving tone. Elizabeth looked at him in surprise, seeing him clearly for a split second. He faltered at her look. The music ended.

Elizabeth pondered Mr. Wickham's words. In one moment he said Darcy was pining for his cousin, in the next he said Darcy's interest in the girl was only mercenary. She was not unaware of Wickham's sudden attentions to Mary King, a girl of wealth though little beauty, something she'd excused until he condemned it. His inconsistency introduced the disturbing thought that her favorite was less than noble. As Miss Bingley had once conjectured, this knowledge did cause Elizabeth pain. She did not understand the seeming change in Wickham. She was certain that Darcy's presence affected Wickham, but she did not understand.

She was so troubled that she sat out the next dance to consider the behavior of those around her. Wickham returned to Miss King's side. The young heiress shyly smiled up at him. Elizabeth was amazed at his hypocrisy in this matter, and unable to absolve him entirely of blame now. Yes, he was poor. But was that really an excuse for his sudden and inconsistent attentions to Mary King? Did all fault truly lie with Mr. Darcy? Her thoughts raced.

Wheels were also turning in the brain of another woman in that room.

*Spin, spin, whir, whir, clank!*

Since Darcy had stalked away in a puzzling and disturbing fit of anger, Miss Bingley had watched him carefully. With growing alarm, she noted that his interest in Miss Elizabeth Bennet had not abated. She saw his anger and distress at watching her with Wickham. She saw clearly that his interest in Elizabeth had reached a disturbing level. She determined not to see him grow closer with Elizabeth. All she saw made her desperate for her own hopes of being the mistress of Pemberley.

So, like a huntress on the prowl, Miss Bingley approached Elizabeth. She bared her teeth in a smile and asked, "Miss Eliza! May I join you?"

Unwilling to be rude for Jane's sake, Elizabeth nodded and smiled pleasantly at Miss Bingley.

Miss Bingley smoothed her skirt as she sat down. She said, "It seems we are to be sisters."

Elizabeth nearly laughed as she replied, "We are. I must say that I am pleased, Miss Bingley. Your brother makes my sister very happy."

Miss Bingley replied, "Please, call me Caroline. I am pleased, too. Jane gives my brother joy, and I have always wanted that for him... He is a very dear man."

Elizabeth looked at Miss Bingley cautiously and said, "It is only natural that you should want happiness for your brother."

Miss Bingley smiled slightly and said, "Yes, Eliza. It is only natural, but not only because he is my brother. He is easy to love."

Elizabeth softened at this and said laughingly, "I believe my sister would agree!"

Miss Bingley smiled, sat quietly for a moment and said, "I am so glad that is true. I was not always convinced that that was the case. In fact I was convinced by Mr. Dar... Well, I could not tell! Her countenance is so serene and angelic. I was not sure. And, well, Mr. Darcy assured me that I was right to worry... and he urged us to London, near Georgiana." Miss Bingley's feigned look of guilt was a work of art.

*Sound of snake rattle here...*

Elizabeth's eyes grew large. She said, "Mr. Darcy does take prodigious good care of his friend." She remembered Jane's heartbreak.

Miss Bingley looked directly into Elizabeth's eyes and said, "Oh, yes! He always has. He has tried to help Charles find his way in society. He has advised him in behavior and decorum and matters of propriety. He has been a great influence on Charles... and on all of us, really."

Elizabeth's posture straightened and she said, "I see." She looked straight ahead, her expression dark and serious.

Miss Bingley peered at Elizabeth sideways and muttered, "I hope so."

*Mrowwwllll... Hissssss...*

Elizabeth stood and said, "I would be careful of heeding other people's advice over much if I were you, Miss Bingley."

*Uh, Lizzy? Maybe you should take your own advice there..."*

Miss Bingley smiled slightly and quietly thanked Elizabeth.

Elizabeth turned and walked over to the far end of the room. She entered an alcove near some windows and found herself face to face with Darcy. She stammered, "Oh, excuse me. I did not mean to intrude on your privacy," and started to back away.

He quickly replied, "No, not at all. Please do not... I mean... It is no intrusion." He was excited by her nearness. He was afraid to look her in the eyes, so great was the confusion of his feelings. He looked over her shoulder while he regained his balance at this sudden encounter.

She followed his gaze to Bingley and Jane and shivered. She looked back at him, deciding that it might be best to keep a close eye on him where her sister's happiness was concerned. While she did not think Bingley capable of breaking their engagement she did fear that Darcy's disapproval could lessen the couple's contentment.

She said boldly, "Then perhaps we might stand here together, if my company does not displease you. It is nice to escape the crush of the crowd for a moment."

Darcy felt a rush of elation at her words and said, "I am very pleased by your company." His voice was gentle and pleasant. She looked away in sudden confusion.

Part 9

In the weeks that followed, the Bennet and Bingley families were often together. During this time, Elizabeth and Darcy were thrown into each other's company much. He found himself more and more drawn to her. He tried hopelessly to put her from his mind and failed miserably. He realized after posting more than one letter to Georgiana that he'd written at least half a page describing Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He even began to think Elizabeth was growing interested in him... for it seemed to him that she often drew him into conversation. This unexpected development pleased him as mightily as it displeased Miss Bingley.

Elizabeth did make a point of drawing him into conversation whenever she thought he might notice and draw attention to the improper antics of her family.

Though she knew that he had many opportunities to speak with Bingley privately and she had no hope of preventing her family from exposing themselves, she did her best to draw his attention away from these things. In this, Elizabeth succeeded very well.

Darcy was more than willing to give her his attention.

*There were other things he wished to give her too, but this is not THAT kind of story... ;)*

When they were together in gatherings of the Bennet and Bingley families, Darcy found himself sometimes nearly content. But as he felt contentment draw near, he found it taken away by Miss Bingley... drawing near.

Mr. Bennet observed the pattern merrily and heartily enjoyed it. Darcy often wondered at the man's sudden laughter in company. He frankly wondered about Mr. Bennet's sanity.

At home, Mr. Bennet would tease Elizabeth. "I shall never tire of watching your valiant efforts to prevent Mr. Darcy from censuring our family, Lizzy. Every time we are in company with him and the Bingleys it is like an elaborate dance. First, your ever-silly mother or one of your sisters leads the proceedings with nonsense of one form or another. Second, you dart to Mr. Darcy's side and begin to draw him into conversation... I believe you have nearly exhausted your repertoire there as I could swear I heard you discuss favorite puddings with him this evening... But he is ever correct and follows your conversation... though only with his eyes since he cannot be troubled to speak with those so far beneath him... and then... Third, just as it seems your chosen partner might join you in conversation, there is the vigilant Miss Bingley. Miss Bingley flitters around the room and plants herself steadfastly between you and the object of her bank account most efficiently. Ah, yes. I am EXCEEDINGLY diverted."

Mr. Bennet then took up the habit of calling out, "First...second... third..." followed by hearty laughter each time any step of the pattern was repeated. This never failed to confuse Darcy or elicit a rueful grimace from Elizabeth.

She told her father, "I have seen Jane suffer for the actions of her family. While I believe Bingley steadfast to her now, I do not want for anything to diminish their contentment..." She found herself blushing as her father nodded skeptically and smiled at her.

*For Mr. Bennet was both sane and observant. Constant observation of those around him had led him to conclude his daughter admired the taciturn Mr. Darcy more than she knew, though not so much as that gentleman admired her.*

Miss Bingley was always on hand to separate Darcy from Elizabeth. Her nearly constant presence kept them from sharing any true intimacy and prevented them from learning much of substance about one another. It certainly prevented Darcy from discussing Wickham's character and infamous past behavior.

To be sure, Darcy was learning a great deal about Elizabeth's taste in books, music, foods, people and more. His head whirled with a veritable catalog of her opinions on poetry and politics and foliage. His senses whirled from her nearness. But he never got to speak on more substantive matters with her in privacy. Miss Bingley was ever present.

And then there were the times they met in the larger society of Meryton.

Emboldened by Darcy's inaction towards him thus far, Wickham continued his games, furthering his suit with Mary King whilst making the most of his friendship with Elizabeth Bennet. This required more effort on his part as Elizabeth's manner toward him had cooled some. She was too polite, though, to make her disapproval of his obviously mercenary pursuit of Miss King felt publicly, so to most observers it still seemed that she received Wickham's attentions happily.

Her younger sisters certainly made much of him. Lydia was most open in her approval of Mr. Wickham. At an assembly two weeks after Darcy had returned to the neighborhood, Elizabeth stood talking quietly with Wickham. He had waylaid her on her way to refresh her punch and she had not yet been able to escape him. Lydia approached the pair, saying, "Oh, Lizzy! Do not keep Wickham all to yourself! You must share your handsome love with us!" She giggled.

Mr. Bennet called out, "First!"

Elizabeth blushed deeply and attempted to quiet her sister. Wickham looked cautious lest Mary King take note, but then smiled when he saw she'd not noticed. Darcy closed his eyes tightly before turning to stare out the window into the night. But on this occasion when he opened his eyes he saw Wickham reflected in the glass and he saw mocking laughter in Wickham's face. Darcy stared at the reflection. His own expression changed. Darcy's lips tightened into a hard line. Instead of feeling anger mixed with helpless pain, Darcy's feelings crystallized into a focused anger that was mixed with the intent to change things.

*Woo hoo! Go, Darcy! Go, Darcy! (There's a little dance that goes with this...)*

Before he'd even given the matter thought, he walked over to Wickham and Elizabeth and asked Elizabeth to dance the next with him.

Mr. Bennet called out, "Second!"

Elizabeth looked from one man to the other and agreed. Wickham's grin faltered little and he asked for the pleasure of dancing with her after Darcy. Elizabeth saw Darcy's hands briefly clench into fists, though his expression remained impassive. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at Darcy. She realized in that moment that he was acting as though he admired her. Remembering that he, according to Wickham's information, was engaged to his cousin she wondered what he meant by attention to her now.

Wickham repeated his petition. Elizabeth accepted. Wickham looked at Darcy as though waiting for him to leave them, but Darcy wasn't going anywhere. He stood straight, looking very severely at Wickham. Wickham looked less comfortable. Elizabeth again looked from one man to the other. She thought of how Wickham's manner had become less sincere... in just the past few weeks. She wondered how much of Wickham's continued attention to her had to do with a wish to wound Darcy... and then, how deeply such a wound to his pride would run...

*Go, Lizzy! Go, Lizzy! (more little dance...)*

Seeing Darcy near Elizabeth, Miss Bingley fairly flew across the room.

Mr. Bennet called out, "Third!" delightedly. Miss Bingley scowled at him as she ran past.

Part 10

As Miss Bingley breathlessly swooped down on them, declaring how much of a shame it was that so few couples were dancing, Elizabeth repressed a giggle. She changed her expression to a very innocent one and asked Wickham, "Have you met Miss Bingley, Mr. Wickham? She is to be my sister soon. She is a dear friend of Mr. Darcy's." She nodded to emphasize her words. And then she watched to see his reaction.

Darcy frowned at Elizabeth and looked at her strangely until he saw the merry light of her eyes. His expression softened. Then he looked quickly from Wickham to Miss Bingley and back.

Wickham saw this. Wickham eyed Miss Bingley, taking in the wealth of her appearance. He thought of how often he'd seen her together with Darcy...

*20th century cash register sound effects here!*

Miss Bingley looked annoyed at Elizabeth's presumption in introducing to her a man that Darcy disliked, the mere son of a steward at that! Then Wickham took an intimate step closer to Miss Bingley. Elizabeth was almost tempted to laugh aloud at the look of alarm on Miss Bingley's face as he said, "It is indeed an honor to make your acquaintance at last, Miss Bingley. You are quite right that it is a shame so few couples are dancing, and I know your friend Mr. Darcy is engaged for the next." He took her hand and kissed it, looking at her quite charmingly. "Would you do me the honor?"

Miss Bingley was at a complete loss for words. "I... I... I.... do .... NOT.... I mean... that is ...." she sputtered. As the music began, she stared at Wickham in horror.

Darcy took pity on Caroline. Though he did not care for her, he did not despise her. And Darcy would not wish Wickham on his worst enemy, much less the sister of his best friend. He spoke up, "I believe that Miss Bingley is needed by her sister right now and will be unable to join you." He pointed to Mrs. Hurst, who seemed to always be watching her sister's actions, and gently guided Caroline by the arm to move that way. She flushed deeply as she felt his touch and nodded gratefully as she moved away.

Elizabeth took Darcy's action as further evidence of class snobbery. She did not then give thought then to what she'd inadvertently confirmed; that Wickham could suddenly show an interest in any woman with money or Darcy's interest.

Darcy took Elizabeth's hand happily in his and led her to the floor.

*Cue the happy dance music...*

As they whirled around each other in the pattern of the dance, Darcy felt lightheaded. For once, he spoke first. He said, "You dance beautifully, Miss Bennet." He smiled. Elizabeth had never seen such a look on his face and was thrown a bit off balance by how well it suited him. It took her several beats to respond. Jane passed by her, smiling happily. Elizabeth's expression fell. She felt guilty for admiring Darcy's appearance when she thought of the unhappiness that he'd caused her sister.

When Darcy saw her expression change, his smile faltered.

*Oops! Mute the happy dance music...*

Finally she pursed her lips and asked, "Do you often prevent ladies in your circle from dancing with men of lower standing? Do you consider that a form of chivalry?"

Darcy looked at Wickham standing with some officers and Miss Bingley studiously keeping her back turned towards Wickham. He did feel proud that he'd kept Caroline from Wickham's society. He only wished it were easier to spare others from it. He carefully replied, "I do think it wise to discourage some friendships. Some people do not merit such attention." He was all seriousness now. His opportunity had finally come.

Elizabeth was taken aback. She replied, "I do not understand your motives, Mr. Darcy."

He answered quietly, "I know you do not, Miss Bennet. He has imposed on you. I do not know in precisely what manner, but it motivates me further to wish to help you understand his true character."

Elizabeth spoke coolly, "His character has ever been open and easy, Mr. Darcy. He is pleasant and courteous and kind. Knowing him is not an imposition. Though it seemed that you thought it might be to Miss Bingley."

Darcy replied, "She was only trying to prevent us from becoming better acquainted, Miss Bennet. She thinks she does not wish to give us the chance to talk uninterrupted. Despite her interference I would not wish to expose her to Mr. Wickham's society."

Elizabeth frowned, "I cannot imagine why she would want to prevent us from talking. Surely there is nothing we could have to say that she could not hear."

Darcy thought she was being coy.

*But she meant that.*

Elizabeth circled around him in the form of the dance. He breathed in the scent of lavender and rosewater. He admired her form. He was entranced by the loose curls at her neck. He felt recklessly happy at finally being able to speak plainly with her. He said, "I could not disagree more, Miss Bennet." For a moment he was simply pleased to be near her. He smiled again.

He saw Elizabeth looking at him with guarded curiosity. He continued speaking, "I very much wish for you to not be in Mr. Wickham's company."

*He REALLY meant that...*

Her brow furrowed. "Why, Mr. Darcy?"

Darcy nearly stopped moving as the full scope of his feeling for Elizabeth became clear to him.

*Cue the violins, etc.!*

He had been aware that he thought of her often, aware that he'd become greatly attracted to her, aware that she held his fascination. But he'd not realized until this moment that he had fallen in love with her. Across the room Mrs. Bennet cackled at something. Darcy's gaze flew to her as he realized that despite all cause for objection he wished to make Elizabeth his wife. He had never wished anything so fervently.

The shock of his realization confused him and made it nearly impossible for him to reply coherently to Elizabeth's query. He started to speak and could not. Then he tried again, saying stupidly, "He is not good. His appearance is deceiving. My father could never see the truth of him, as discerning as he usually was. Wickham is deceptive. He is not worthy of your friendship."

Elizabeth considered Darcy's words. She asked, "I once asked if you were careful of forming your opinion of people, and even alluded then to your former friendship with Mr. Wickham. If I may be so bold, are you certain that your bad opinion of him does not stem from your father's favoritism? Are you certain you are not jealous of Mr. Wickham?"

Darcy sighed heavily, frustrated. He carefully answered, "I am not jealous of the esteem in which my father held him, though I may have been when I was a boy." He fought down thoughts of just how jealous he felt of Elizabeth's esteem of Wickham. He continued, "I regret that my father was deceived in him. I truly regret anytime someone is deceived in him." He struggled to find the right words to convince her. He thought of Georgiana. He thought of a tavern maid who'd flirted with him and with Wickham when they'd been at school, who'd soon after left for confinement in the country. It had never been proven against Wickham that he'd ruined the girl, but Darcy had walked in on them in his chamber after class one day and seen enough to convince him that the child she bore ought to have Wickham's name. He looked at Elizabeth helplessly. He couldn't speak of such things to a lady. But he needed to find a way to convince her of the truth.

At that moment the music stopped. Wickham crossed the room and claimed Elizabeth for the next dance as she and Darcy bowed to one another. Elizabeth looked into his eyes as she moved away from him, wishing they could have talked further. His infamous treatment of Wickham puzzled her more than ever.

Darcy had no further chance to speak alone with Elizabeth at the assembly. All that he had not said kept him awake that night.

Part 11

The next day brought the gentlemen to Longbourn. When they arrived, Elizabeth was out for a walk. For the better part of two hours Darcy sat, vainly anticipating Elizabeth's return, while Mrs. Bennet chirped on about Bingley and Jane's upcoming nuptials and the lovers exchanged happy smiles.

Finally, unable to bear the inactivity or the others' felicity any longer, Darcy said he thought he would explore the park around Longbourn and stretch his legs. Mrs. Bennet, as usual, was pleased to see him out of her company as she found him disagreeable. Mary Bennet took no notice of him as she was engrossed in what she thought to be a good book. Mr. Bennet was in his library, and the younger girls had gone into Meryton in search of officers.

*Sounds of hunting horns, baying hounds...*

Elizabeth was enjoying the early ‘almost-springtime' weather. She searched out early buds and delighted in signs that the winter was almost past. She watched birds rebuilding their nests. She breathed in that very green smell that accompanies such a day in the country. She tried very hard not to puzzle over her all-too brief conversation with Darcy the previous evening, but it was always in the back of her mind. Finally she began to walk towards Longbourn. She hummed a favorite tune as she rushed along.

As she entered the gardens around Longbourn, Elizabeth was moving at near-run and gasped in surprise as she saw Darcy walking towards her. He bowed stiffly, trying not to stare as she rather suddenly stopped before him. She greeted him quickly and started to continue past him, but he called her back, saying, "Miss Elizabeth, I hope you are well. Will you please take a turn with me? I should like to continue a conversation we began as we danced last evening." Seeing her hesitation, he offered, "I believe the next part of the garden is in view of your Library window, so we would be chaperoned as your father is within."

*So, in a way, he WAS looking for a place that was NOT completely private.*

Elizabeth smiled at his assurance. She could not be further from expecting any impropriety from Darcy, but appreciated his attention to such detail. She nodded and said, "Yes. I suppose we may go there."

Darcy offered her his arm and led her to the garden area around the other side of the hedge. His mouth went dry as he attempted to order his thoughts. And as she walked next to him he found himself again distracted by her tempting beauty. The breeze blew her curls about where they were loosely bound at her neck. Her cheeks were rosy from her walk. As she looked at him with barely disguised curiosity he saw again how bright and lovely her eyes were. She smiled and waved to her father. Darcy lost his train of thought as he observed her. Thoughts of Wickham left his mind as he dwelled on his feelings for the lady by his side.

Elizabeth released his arm, walked over to a bench and sat down upon it and said pertly, "Well, here is the little garden you expressed interest in, sir. What is it that you wish to say to me?" He exhaled softly, and then looked at her as his thoughts flew about wildly. He looked away and paced back and forth. The plants beside him swayed in the breeze he created. She looked a bit bemused at this display. Unable to meet her eyes then, conscious only of the pounding of his heart, he did not see.

He whispered, "There are so many things I have wanted to say to you. It is no good. It cannot be denied. In vain I have struggled. It will not do!"

*No, Darcy! Stop! Go back! Don't do THAT speech!*

Elizabeth only stared. He continued, "My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." Elizabeth could not form words. Mrs. Bennet's shrill tone could be heard from within the house. Darcy winced and continued, "My feelings are so strong that they overcome the very material and natural objections I have to your situation and more so to your family. Even the raucous silliness of your mother, the untamed wildness of your younger sisters and, I must say, the odd behavior of your father cannot overcome my heart, my will, my conscience."

Elizabeth's mouth almost fell open and the color rose in her cheeks. Her anger began slowly and grew as he continued in a tone of amazement, "Those objections that meant nothing to my friend now mean as little to me!" He looked Elizabeth in the eye. "Your beauty and your sweetness, your lively disposition! All of these exceed the low station of your relations. Indeed, I am helpless. For all I was born to, all I have to offer, I am helpless. All I can hope for is that you will reward me with your hand; that you will be my wife." He looked at her expectantly.

Elizabeth sat back a bit as she noted his demeanor. His words about all he had been born to and had to offer rang out his excessive pride to her. While he spoke of helplessness he looked assured that she would gratefully accept his offer.

*She spoke the words Jane Austen had given her for just such a moment. After all, there are some things that cannot be improved upon!*

"In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot -- I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I am sorry to have occasioned pain to any one. It has been most unconsciously done, however, and I hope will be of short duration. The feelings which, you tell me, have long prevented the acknowledgment of your regard, can have little difficulty in overcoming it after this explanation."

Darcy paled with anger and hurt at this rejection. He asked, "Why with so little endeavor at civility am I thus rejected?"

Elizabeth cried out, "And I might well ask why you chose to insult me and my family! You tell me that you like me against your will!"

He corrected her quietly, "I said I loved you."

She gasped, "And you dwelled on the low station and behavior of my family! I have known for some time your opinion of us all. I know of your efforts to deprive Jane of happiness. Yes, I know of your part in that! You cannot deny that you were the main, if not the only means of separating them and exposing them both to censure and despair!"

Darcy was surprised. He had not thought that Elizabeth would ever know of his guilt where Bingley and Jane were concerned. He smiled in self-derision. "I do not deny it."

She continued, "But it is not merely that." She paused uncertainly. She said, "I have long known of your treatment of Mr. Wickham. You withheld advantages that you must have known intended for him. You reduced him to his current state of comparative poverty." Again, she paused. With Wickham's recent behavior, she suddenly wondered how accurate his account of Darcy had been. She looked at Darcy questioningly.

*They were both so caught up in their exchange at this point that neither of them would have heard a herd of stampeding bison approaching, much less a small party of quietly joking young people who had no idea of what entertainment awaited them just outside Longbourn.*

Darcy did not see Elizabeth's look. Through tightly gritted teeth he growled jealously, "You take an active interest in his fortunes." He shook his head violently. "And this is your opinion of me? My faults are many by this calculation." He grew very angry and spoke more loudly. He continued, "But would your answer have been different if I had been dishonest, if I had only flattered you and not admitted the inferiority of your relations? Was my honest confession an offense to your pride?"

Elizabeth was furious.

*Again, Jane Austen had her say it best...*

"You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you,"

*Join in and sing along...*

"had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner."

Elizabeth saw Darcy start at this, but he said nothing. In the back of her mind she wondered if she heard movement nearby, but it was slight and she was rather caught up in what she was saying, so when she did not hear it repeated she pushed it from her mind.

She continued, "You could not have made me the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it. I do not know that you have been honest with either yourself or with me regarding your supposedly unconquerable feelings; you speak not of respect nor mutual regard, only unfounded selfish passions, unwillingly held. From the very beginning, from the first moment I may almost say, of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form that ground-work of disapprobation, on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry."

The gasp was repeated. And then there was a giggle.

At this moment Elizabeth first became aware of those around the other side of the hedge who were listening to her words. She was mortified. Darcy saw her look and whirled about to see Lydia Bennet, Kitty Bennet, two officers he did not know and Wickham. He felt as though he'd turned to stone.

Wickham's expression was one of disbelieving awe as he observed Darcy's mortification. He bowed deeply to Elizabeth and said, "Miss Elizabeth, may I escort you inside?"

Near tears, Elizabeth nodded and took the arm he offered. Watching them, Darcy struggled to breathe. His mind could barely register what had just transpired. He could not imagine what he could ever have done to merit such degradation

*Uh, he told the truth earlier and is paying for it? He suffered so well that fanfic authors couldn't resist tampering with him?*

George Wickham had never been quite so delighted in his life. He could plainly see that Darcy was shattered. The words he'd overheard echoed through his head, "I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry."

And Darcy looked as though he'd been cut to the core. His eyes were filled with pain. He stood silent, still, suffering.

So, walking with the lady who had just uttered those immortal words and seeing his enemy so wounded, Wickham was happy. He smiled triumphantly as he looked back at Darcy and said, "Oh, my dear Miss Elizabeth. You are delightful! How the mighty have fallen! Bravo!" And he laughed.

But Elizabeth did not feel delightful. She did not feel like laughing. When Wickham began to laugh she stopped where she stood and dropped his arm. Her face lost all color. She realized that at least part of what she'd just said to Darcy had been founded in her trust of the man before her and that she had been deceived in thinking him good. Wickham stood there, openly rejoicing in the pain of one he had once called friend. She looked back at Darcy.

*Simply put, she realized Wickham was a VERY BAD MAN.*

Through the haze of his mortification, Darcy saw Elizabeth's face and grew alarmed for her. He strode purposefully past the group and into the house. He spoke quietly to Mrs. Hill, "See to Miss Elizabeth now, please." Hill looked at him strangely and moved toward Elizabeth.

Elizabeth stood staring at Wickham in horror, the world seeming to whirl around them. Lydia cried out, "Lizzy? What are you doing? You are in the way!" Elizabeth turned and stepped away from Wickham. She shook from head to toe and even swayed a bit, such was her discomposure. She barely realized when Darcy steadied her, supporting her until Hill could take her arm and he saw that Elizabeth had regained her equilibrium. They both saw the tears at the edges of Elizabeth's eyes. Elizabeth collected herself enough to whisper, "Please excuse me," to the group and went in. She told Hill she would be fine and made her way up the stairs.

Without another glance at any of the others Darcy went in search of his horse, wanting nothing more in that moment than to be away. As he walked away he heard laughter from the group behind him.

Hill went to the parlor and whispered urgently to Jane. With a concerned glance to Bingley, Jane excused herself. She heard the laughter, thought it sounded unkind, and walked faster.

Once upstairs, Elizabeth began to cry. Jane entered the room and cried out in dismay on seeing Elizabeth's state. Jane held her and murmured comfort, wondering what could possibly have happened. Elizabeth sobbed, "Oh, Jane! I have been so blind!" She clung to her sister and cried.

Downstairs, Lydia trumpeted, "Mama! Lizzy has refused Mr. Darcy, Mama! She told him he was the last man in the world she would ever marry! Oh, it was such a scene!" She resumed laughing, hanging onto Kitty to keep herself from falling. The officers conferred among themselves in the hallway outside the parlor.

Mary wondered where she might find a book that would explain why men propose to women who will not accept them. Mrs. Bennet saw Bingley's look of horror. While she did not care for Darcy, she did care about Bingley's concern for his friend. She shrilled, "Hush, child. Nonsense! I'm sure you are wrong. Mr. Darcy has never looked at Lizzy twice. He would never propose to her. Now go outside with your friends. I'm helping Jane and Mr. Bingley to plan their wedding." She motioned the girls away. They complied since it would give them a better opportunity to discuss what they'd overheard.

Bingley knew that Darcy had indeed "looked twice" at Elizabeth. He'd suspected his friend felt more for her than mere friendship, but he was still stunned that Darcy would set aside his objections to the Bennets; and more stunned that he'd been refused. He said, "Mrs. Bennet, I believe I should go in search of my friend. Please excuse me and give my excuses to Miss Bennet." He hurriedly bowed to the ladies and left.

Mrs. Bennet sat down weakly, murmuring, "Saints preserve us! What has that child done now?"

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